Chapter 3: The Hidden Years
Chapter 3: The Hidden Years
Nathan carried the children upstairs.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
How had he missed this?
Late meetings.
Endless travel.
Trust placed in the wrong person.
He gently laid them in the living room,
wrapping them in blankets.
“Has Mommy done this before?”
he asked softly.
The boy hesitated…
then nodded.
“When you’re gone,” he whispered.
“She says we’re mistakes.”
Nathan’s heart shattered.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
he asked.
“The staff knows,” the boy said.
“But they’re scared.”
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Nathan closed his eyes.
This wasn’t just Victoria.
This was a house built on silence.
